Music and poetry by Tillit S. Teddlie
Congregational recording on Amazon
Earth holds no treasures but perish with using,
However precious they be;
Yet there’s a country to which I am going:
Heaven holds all to me.Heaven holds all to me,
Brighter its glory will be;
Joy without measure will be my treasure:
Heaven holds all to me.Out on the hills of that wonderful country,
Happy, contented and free,
Loved ones are waiting and watching my coming
Heaven holds all to me.Why should I long for the world with its sorrows,
When in that home o’er the sea,
Millions are singing the wonderful story?
Heaven holds all to me.